Naruto Reborn: The Rise of the Tsar

Chapter 295 Soul Chain

Seeing the shocked expressions of everyone around him, Fuchuan smiled and slowly put down Xiaonan in his arms. After he stood still, he turned around and continued walking towards the Sandstorm Clan's station.

He has wasted too much time here.

Suddenly, with a creak, the gate to the Sandstorm Clan suddenly opened.

Many Sandstorm tribesmen walked out of the gate one after another. After seeing Fuchuan, they bowed to the ground with awe in their eyes, appearing extremely submissive.

Reminiscent of his previous desolate appearance, everyone around him was confused.

Seeing this, Fukawa had some suspicions in his heart. He had almost lost consciousness in the sea of ​​sand just now. If it weren't for the countless chakras carrying bloodline memories, he would have been completely lost in the endless natural energy.

Unexpectedly, that journey a thousand years ago not only inadvertently established the most powerful family in the Kingdom of Wind, but also indirectly saved his own life.

To be fair, Fuchuan doesn't have a good impression of the Sandstorm clan, but most of it is directed at the two brothers Sandstorm Renya and Sandstorm Shinichi. He has no prejudice against ordinary Sandstorm clan members, and Luosha is the best example.

But now that I have been more or less favored by the Sandstorm Clan, I can no longer use the cold logic of 'Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish' as ​​before.

"The Kingdom of Wind is about to bring order to the chaos. You need to make up your own mind on how to proceed in the future!"

"Lord Holy Ancestor!"

Suddenly, an energetic old man fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face, "I never thought that I would be lucky enough to meet someone with 'ancestral blood'."

"Ancestral blood?"

"One of the legends circulated by the Sandstorm Clan is that if one can cause three miracles to appear, he will be the Saint Ancestor of the Sandstorm Clan and the spokesperson of the gods. We must serve him wholeheartedly and must not disobey!"

Fuchuan rolled his eyes helplessly, I speak for myself, right?

However, in a sense, the lives of this group of people are indeed in their own hands. After the third miracle of endless blood, countless Sandstorm ninjas found that there seemed to be something inexplicable in their souls. Fukawa felt slightly , suddenly realized in his heart, if there are ninjas who are proficient in the secret method of the soul, they will find that a chain silently extends from the heart of every sandstorm ninja and slowly connects to the broken jade on Fuchuan's chest. If he is willing, Fuchuan can do it with just one thought. Pull these chained souls out of their bodies and absorb them into Bengyu.

Fuchuan closed his eyes and felt it slightly. Good guy, countless chains are connected to him from all directions. Isn't this number tens of thousands?

Nagato also saw this scene through his samsara eye, and while he was slightly surprised, he also consciously kept a secret for Fukawa.

Of course, even if he had the ability to kill all Sandstorm ninjas in an instant, Fukawa would not use it. After all, it was Sandstorm Renya and Sandstorm Shinichi who had a bloody feud with him.

Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and Fuchuan has no intention of venting his anger on others.

"In this case, within three hours, all the Sandstorm clan members will gather here! Listen to me." Thinking of this, Fuchuan showed a trace of fatigue on his face.

"I obey. Lord Holy Ancestor," the old man who was called Guozong knelt on the ground. There was no hint of impatience on his face. Instead, he said to Fuchuan politely, "But, sir, you seem to have given the order." " Lord Holy Ancestor, I can feel that our life and death are closely connected with you, and every word you say will directly appear in our hearts."

"Huh?" Fuchuan was startled.

As if sensing the worry in Fuchuan's heart, the old man quickly explained, "Sir, you don't have to worry. We can only hear what you originally planned to say to us, and we won't see all your thoughts."

Fuchuan let out a long sigh. If his thoughts were as clear as a live broadcast to others, maybe he really had the urge to strangle everyone's souls directly.

For some reason, the old man named Guozong felt an inexplicable throb in his heart. Seeing the surrounding Sandstorm tribesmen rushing towards this place, he simply said: "The former leader of the Sandstorm tribe, Shabao Lianyi, acted against the will. We, the Sandstorm tribe, were deceived by him. He has done many wrong things, we hereby declare that the Shabao clan and Shabao Lianya have completely distanced themselves from each other, and from now on we will only follow the orders of the Holy Ancestor!"

Seeing the thousands of ninjas gathered densely in front of them, there were actually many good ones hidden among them. It seemed that only a few of them had been recruited by Shabao Lianya. Yahiko on the side quietly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, there was no moment. Hothead orders the team to rush inside.

The most prosperous clan in the Kingdom of Wind, its heritage that has been passed down for more than a thousand years is indeed something that cannot be underestimated.

Fuchuan glanced at it, and an invisible coercion was transmitted to every sandstorm ninja along the soul chain on his body. The expressions of many sandstorm ninjas changed one after another, and cold sweat immediately flowed.

"I know you lost many relatives and friends in this war, but that was because of Shabao Lianya's perverse actions." Fuchuan was very satisfied with everyone's fear and continued to brainwash him, "Three years ago, Shabao Lianya In order to seize the position of the Kazekage, he did not hesitate to unite with the Konoha ninjas and assassinate the second-generation Salmon-sama. Only today has anyone come forward to expose these evil deeds!"

"Our action this time is not to defeat the Sandstorm Clan. You are all the backbone of our Sand Hidden Village. The prosperity of the Kingdom of Wind cannot be separated from your efforts. We are just trying to bring order to the chaos this time and are willing to go on the right path. I On behalf of God, I am willing to forgive you for your previous mistakes and give you new opportunities."

After saying that, Fuchuan's pupils suddenly lit up, and the surrounding ground boiled instantly. Countless dots of fluorescence slowly rose from the ground and gradually disappeared into the bodies of the ninjas present.

The old man named Guozong was shocked at first when he saw this, thinking that the 'god of death' was going to kill him. Suddenly he saw the other person's eyes, and remembered all the miracles caused by the other person's bloodline. While lamenting in his heart, he suddenly stopped in his body. The movement of all chakra.

After all, you have earned something after living for so long. Now, dying in the hands of the legendary ancestor of the clan is also an honor.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat, boom. Boom!

As the sound became faster and faster, he was surprised to find that the back pain that had troubled him for many years had completely disappeared. When he stretched out his hand, he slowly tightened it and subconsciously activated the chakra on his body, creating a surging chakra. It surged out in an instant, causing everyone around to look at it.

This is simply incredible! The old man touched his face in disbelief. Although he still looked old, he clearly felt that his body seemed to have returned to its peak.

The surrounding Sandstorm clan ninjas all felt the increase in strength. The general change is that not only the perception of sand has been greatly improved, but also the ninjas who had been trapped in the bottleneck for many years and unable to make any progress have broken through!

In a few breaths, the strength of these thousands of ninjas has risen to a new level.

(End of this chapter)